The Truth About College
In high school I was comfortable, I had plenty of friends that made me happy, high school wasn't that challenging although I did not make high honors. I never tried as hard as I could. I definitely let myself down. When you apply to college you instantly start to worry that you didn't try hard enough. You might get into all your colleges but probably not that one school you applied to for "shit and giggles" although you actually really, desperately wanted to go. And you're secretly super sad about it and pretend you never look at whether you got in or not...but in reality you know you didn't. You knew that you weren't going to get in, and even if you did you never would have been able to afford it.
So you choose your college, and of course you were too stubborn to apply to the college close to home that would save $13,000/yr, so you choose the next cheapest and it's $26,000/year which is revolting. So your stuck going to this school you never looked at and just applied to because you had to apply to more than two schools.
You send in your deposit and you convince yourself that you're excited and you fake being excited once you hear all your friends are going to prestiges colleges and going to school in Boston.
You graduate high school and immediately just start crying, you're afraid you'll never see your best friends from high school again and you probably won't stay in contact with all of them, some of your male friends with start getting creepy so you'll start to ignore them.
You get your roommate assignment and you're nervous beyond belief and try to stalk them on every social media on the planet. You look up building plans for your dorm and start to ask your friends where they're living too.
Then you get to college and again, you convince yourself that it's going to be amazing because that's all you ever hear about.You move in and it's way quicker than you expect and you realize you have too little but also too much at the same time. Your roommate shows up and you're really nervous and it's super awkward and that's when you decide to leave to buy the shit you forgot about.
You pray you'll be best friends with your roommate, and if you're lucky you will be (thank god I was one of the lucky ones). Here comes the next hardest part, making other friends and trying to meet your neighbors and trying to find friends that actually like you and people that will actually ask you to hang out and not see each other once and then never acknowledge each other again. You go to your classes and sleep through your classes and quickly learn that 1. 80% of students don't care what they look like 2. 90% of your professors will post their lecture notes online 3. Teachers don't chase after you so it's super easy to completely forget about a class.
You start hanging out with your friends from home until you have that one night where you just really bond with your roommate and that's when you start to go out and drink a little too often, and then going to the gym together to try and cancel out the weekend. Then you realize that your classes are overwhelming and you don't have as many friends as you'd hope, you feel like a turd. Everyone else seems to be having a better experience than you so you start to sleep. You nap whenever you get the chance, you always have snacks in your room so you don't need to leave, you don't talk to your neighbors. You sometimes go for a walk with headphones for an hour or go to the gym because you just want to be alone.
You just fart and poop all of the time from the Dining Common food. You realize that you eat (out of your room) way less often because leaving your room to eat is a pain in the ass.You actually have to put shoes on.
You convince yourself that everyone that you'd call your "friend" actually hates you. But that's probably not true at all. All at the same time you probably have a crush on one of the people in your friend group which just draws out how awkward you are.Then the year starts to come to an end and everyone is deciding on where to live and you realize that no one has asked you what you're thinking so you just need to eaves drop hoping that you can maybe live in the same building as them next year and maybe get closer.
You move out of your dorm and realize you're poor as fuck and think that maybe you should have gotten a job but then there wouldn't have been any time for the gym or those naps that you adore so much.
College isn't a perfect place, it has it's ups and downs, and I still struggle and want to go home maybe more than I should but I do believe i have found some good, honest, loyal friends and I am extremely lucky.
So you choose your college, and of course you were too stubborn to apply to the college close to home that would save $13,000/yr, so you choose the next cheapest and it's $26,000/year which is revolting. So your stuck going to this school you never looked at and just applied to because you had to apply to more than two schools.
You send in your deposit and you convince yourself that you're excited and you fake being excited once you hear all your friends are going to prestiges colleges and going to school in Boston.
You graduate high school and immediately just start crying, you're afraid you'll never see your best friends from high school again and you probably won't stay in contact with all of them, some of your male friends with start getting creepy so you'll start to ignore them.
You get your roommate assignment and you're nervous beyond belief and try to stalk them on every social media on the planet. You look up building plans for your dorm and start to ask your friends where they're living too.
Then you get to college and again, you convince yourself that it's going to be amazing because that's all you ever hear about.You move in and it's way quicker than you expect and you realize you have too little but also too much at the same time. Your roommate shows up and you're really nervous and it's super awkward and that's when you decide to leave to buy the shit you forgot about.
You pray you'll be best friends with your roommate, and if you're lucky you will be (thank god I was one of the lucky ones). Here comes the next hardest part, making other friends and trying to meet your neighbors and trying to find friends that actually like you and people that will actually ask you to hang out and not see each other once and then never acknowledge each other again. You go to your classes and sleep through your classes and quickly learn that 1. 80% of students don't care what they look like 2. 90% of your professors will post their lecture notes online 3. Teachers don't chase after you so it's super easy to completely forget about a class.
You start hanging out with your friends from home until you have that one night where you just really bond with your roommate and that's when you start to go out and drink a little too often, and then going to the gym together to try and cancel out the weekend. Then you realize that your classes are overwhelming and you don't have as many friends as you'd hope, you feel like a turd. Everyone else seems to be having a better experience than you so you start to sleep. You nap whenever you get the chance, you always have snacks in your room so you don't need to leave, you don't talk to your neighbors. You sometimes go for a walk with headphones for an hour or go to the gym because you just want to be alone.
You just fart and poop all of the time from the Dining Common food. You realize that you eat (out of your room) way less often because leaving your room to eat is a pain in the ass.You actually have to put shoes on.
You convince yourself that everyone that you'd call your "friend" actually hates you. But that's probably not true at all. All at the same time you probably have a crush on one of the people in your friend group which just draws out how awkward you are.Then the year starts to come to an end and everyone is deciding on where to live and you realize that no one has asked you what you're thinking so you just need to eaves drop hoping that you can maybe live in the same building as them next year and maybe get closer.
You move out of your dorm and realize you're poor as fuck and think that maybe you should have gotten a job but then there wouldn't have been any time for the gym or those naps that you adore so much.
College isn't a perfect place, it has it's ups and downs, and I still struggle and want to go home maybe more than I should but I do believe i have found some good, honest, loyal friends and I am extremely lucky.
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